chapter 397 pure soul

"Mr. Ford, the target convoy is expected to enter East Sea in ten minutes. Shall we proceed as planned?"
Someone suddenly called Mr. Ford to seek his opinion.
Mr. Ford picked up the phone, "Everything as planned... wait, in three minutes, I'll notify you by text!"
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Ford slumped into his chair, rubbing his temples forcefully with his index finger.
He hadn't faced such a difficult choice in many years.
If this matter was simply about staying out of trouble...